Chapter 12.1 - Blowing Change

"Let's laugh a little more confidently and confidently!"

Park Jung Hoon was running around with a huge camera that could be used as a weapon. I've been a journalist for a long time, and it looks like a sluggish weight camera.

"Jin-hee, good! It's a picture, you look good, picture! Oh, why is Yeongseok so hard? Let's make that handsome face shine more. "

The arms of Yeong-seok and Jin-hee who fluttered in Busan shaking a round gold plate.

Bradenton Open Championship

In the letters like sesame, the letters that come in loudly are plaques commemorating the victory of Yeong-seok and Jin-hee.

Young-suk and Jin-hee smiled awkwardly and responded to the filming, as if the tears on their cheeks were dry. It was never a picture of a good-looking fairy, like Park Jung-hoon said, but there was a beauty that came from a proud expression.

'Why are you so bad? … . '

Yeong-seok murmured for a moment, but he was forced to have a smile that didn't suit him. These commemorative shots have been done hundreds of times in the past, and in the mind of Young-seok, whether he thought the Bradenton Open Championship was a "special" experience or not, the natural joy was not expressed.

"Reporter Park, stop bothering my son ~!"

Han Min-ji, who was watching with Jin Hee's parents, bruised Park Jung-hoon. Of course, Park Jung-hoon did not die at all.

"Young-seok, we are starting a new history of Korean tennis. How can I take a picture? I've put all my life in this article. Leave it to me. "

"Oh, then I can't help it."

Since then, Park Jung-hoon's high will and passion, taking dozens of photographs for about five minutes, overwhelmed everyone in the waiting room.

***

"When I started tennis, about my parents, and why I left school and took the GED test… All listened well. I'm sure there's a good article out there. Then I will ask you last. Please tell us your goals for this year and your future goals. "

After the family interview and Jin-hee's interview, the exclusive interview with Young-seok left in the waiting room was in progress. No one was listening.

"This year's goal is… I want to participate in many competitions and show good looks. No, I want to show you how to win, not good. Futures, ATP250, 500, 1000… I want to build up my career so that I can participate in the next four major tournaments next year and next year. In the end, I would like to achieve the first major open championship among Asians of Asian nationality. "

Park Jung-hoon stopped his fan teasing for a while. The thin trembling spread all over my body.

'Yes, this is it! This aspiration! This guts! This is a pity !! '

The word stagnation can be used only with injured experience.

Korean tennis is now dead. Never before has a light been turned on. It did not change even in the year 2000, in the millennium. Soccer, Baseball, Badminton, Swimming, Table Tennis, Judo, Taekwondo… In any event, there were "excellent Koreans" and commanded the world. But there was no tennis. Not even now

'So much… Lee Young-seok and Kim Jin-hee will treat both of them. "

Park Jung-hoon vowed to reinvigorate his fans who had paused.

The association and the unemployment team will both stimulate. I had to write a number to shine all the focus on the two. It is possible to change the infrastructure of Korean tennis itself. Not so long ago, as golf emperor Pak Se-ri did. And Park Seok-hoon's pledge to pour oil into the remarks continued.

"Please turn it off the record. It may sound arrogant. I do not intend to end with that one. "

At that end, Park Jung-hoon raised his head quickly as if it were light. Both eyes were full of surprise and embarrassment. Yeongseok talked to the reporter Park Jung-hoon said.

"I want to revive Korean tennis itself with my success. As a pioneering first generation revival, Me and Jin Hee will make every effort to achieve good results in the future. Park also… Can you help me? "

Park Jung Hoon's eyes were creepy. Creepy eyes aren't creepy in the cool, complex intertwined eyes. I was more surprised because I knew that many things were contained in the sentence 'Can you help me?'

'How did the 16-year-old think about this? … ! '

Lee Jung-woo and Han Min-ji passed by Park Jung-hoon.

A couple of amateur players who are prosecutors and have great tennis skills.

The first win of Yeong-seok had a friendship, and when the time went to see the competition with Park Jung-hoon knew the two of them well. It's a different way of thinking than the average parent.

'Is the value injected by my parents? no.'

Park Jung-hoon shook his head.

Not only did they persuade their own parents, but they were different when they were young. I see it decisively. Does it spit out the injected words like a doll, or is it the person's own?

"Yeong-seok will be a big player."

Park Jung-hoon, with a faint smile hanging on his mouth and shedding words, felt a deep impression. Unprecedented tingling excitement tickled the end. Naturally, teasing the fan's hand smoothly.

***

"Hey."

A group of men came to Yeong-seok, who was leaving the waiting room and heading for the family and parking lot.

"Uh, uh… … . "

Yeong-seok saw the person who spoke and froze again.

He was. Marat Safin will be the world's No. 1 player in the future, and two more major championships.

"Do you speak English?"

There were five or six people behind Safin.

Safin asked, seeing the frozen face of Yeong-seok.

Indeed, as Yeong-suk picked up, he was direct and informal.

"Available."

In answering, Yeong-seok found himself in the midst of Safin's aura.

'It must be a great player. But is it frozen enough? '

Although the reflection was overwhelmed.

What is the reason? With his eyes fixed on Sapin, Yeong-seok began to explore why. What is curious is that a specific uncle must be solved.

'Beat Pete Sampras? No, beat Roger Federer? It's not that either. '

To these two, like the emperor, defeat is quite often followed. Indeed, Federer is largely pushed out of his career with Nadal.

Sapin is clearly a first-class. But can you say it's first class? I have no choice but to shook my head.

'A brilliant talent!'

Sapin was famous for being a player whose overall mentality, including personality and values, was unable to follow. It is the athlete whose main body is that innate physical skills are those that can stand out from anyone else. It was a waste of talent, so sad that it could look more shining.

Safin talked to Yeong-seok trying to clear up his thoughts.

"Congratulations on the championship. No matter what, I'm going to the US Open soon… Do you have time on weekends? "

Sapin utterly spoke.

"What happened? … ? "

Seeing Yeong-seok blurring the end, Safin frowned.

'There's no point like playing a game.'

Because I do not know the inside of Yeong-seok was able to think.

Who has experienced this amazing experience of going back to the past and seeing people in the future?

"You only have to hang out as a heating partner for a day… Can I ask you? Oh, do you have a manager? "

"Heating Partner… … ? "

Yeong-seok's tension rose to its peak.

'Heating partner!'

"It's possible. do! It's possible! "

Yeong-seok, who gleamed, grabbed Safin's hand and waved. In the words of Sapin, who cut away many complex thoughts and feelings with a dagger, Young-seok was insane.

I was surprised to be Sapin's passionate response.

"Hey, let's put this hand first… Please leave a contact to discuss the schedule. "

At the end, Young-seok took out a lot of papers and fans and wrote down the academy's office number.

'This is a chance to experience the world's best ability to command the world.'

Yeong-seok was handing over the message.

Sapin left as briefly as he had spoken.

***

The academy was astonished and delighted with the achievements of Youngsuk and Jinhee.

Yeong-suk refused to hold a party as a group for his family time. That day, both Young-seok's parents and Jin-hee's parents opened their wallets and ate a lavish meal.

"Congratulations."

In a very nice restaurant, tables were rented so that up to 10 people could eat at the same time. Although Yeong-seok and Jin-hee were fruit juices, wine, candles, and lazy music inspired Yeo-seok and Jin-hee.

"Youngseok, Jinhee."

The Yuri coach went out and opened the door.

"Yeah?"

Holding a glass of wine was very different from that on the court. There was a feeling of alluring and lonesome margin.

"I told you? If you win this competition, everything will change. "

Yeong-seok nodded.

I knew what I was going to say, but I couldn't figure it out.

"I'll discuss more about that later. I want to celebrate your championship today. "

In doing so, Lee took out two boxes of gift packages from the tote and presented them to Yeong-seok and Jin-hee.

"It's a gift."

Bend your eyes like a crescent moon and said in a voice full of affection.

Yeong-seok and Jin-hee did not say anything, and unpacked their boxes.

"Wow… … . "

Elasticity burst out at the same time.

It is simply written in black letters on the white background, Omega, and the famous symbol has elegantly embroidered the top of the text.

"Can I open it?"

Young-seok, who knows the brand's value well, shook his hand for tension. Jinhee admired whether or not the shape of the draw box is pretty. Jena is the same now.

"Sure."

gulp.

When I swallowed the box and opened the box, I saw a metal watch that was so classical that it was mistaken that the soft luster touched the eyes gently. And six small letters appeared.

Yoo's hand turned to the letter, not to the clock.

Congratulations on your first win! As you say, let's decorate the interior with a championship cup.>

It was written one sentence at a time. The contents of who wrote was quickly grasped. Jin-hee, who was squeezed by the impressed Young-suk, grabbed her watch and kicked it.

The adults burst into laughter.

"After you decided to play tennis, it was a gift that six people prepared. I kept it well for the first win. "

Yuri smiled lightly as Jinhee still did not go away.

"Thank you. I want to say thank you and love you more than saying I will do my best in the future. "

When Yeong-seok speaks frankly, Jin-hee murmured. Why was it cute?

"Jinhee, what are you talking about?"

Jin-hee hurled and threw him.

"Inspiration is the same. greasy!"

"Hahaha!!"

Jin Hee said all the adults burst into laughter, and even though Young-seok was embarrassed, he scratched his head.

Light feelings come and go and the atmosphere is colored with happiness.